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Aug 2017
A cat will play with a ball of yarn to satiate its boredom
And in that analogy you are the ball of yarn.
You are but a trinket to be discarded
A piece of lint in my pocket
the thought  of you
makes me *****
are you mentally *******?

I am indeed an ******* in
so many languages
Connard in French
Kiss you until your lingeries
are drenched
Mudak in Russian
between your thighs
a slippery discussion
Culus in Latin
Feast on my rigid  baton
shion
Written by
shion  22/M/Mystic Falls
(22/M/Mystic Falls)   
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     Lior Gavra, acacia, --- and -A-
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